No water?

Water. Oh, how we take it for granted!

Just 48 hours after fixing the washing machine, I was perturbed that it wasn’t filling with water. Well, it was dribbling very slowly. Blocked filter? No. No water at the tap.

I went outside to check the main tap, and saw a crew working across the road, and a lot of water in the gutter. OK, it’ll be a little while.

It’s surprising how many times I attempted to use water, in just one hour, continually forgetting that it was unavailable. We’re just so used to water always being there.

Less than a year ago, I was sitting near the pump in a village in India, talking with the locals. I say “the” pump because it was shared between many homes and perhaps hundreds of people. In this place, there was plenty of water if you’re willing to work the handle, and carry the water to where you need it. However, the water was contaminated in a way that causes people’s joints to swell, especially knee joints. This visit was not about water, but the organisers also conduct journeys to install water tanks and/or long life filters in places that desperately need it.

And here I am, noticing the inconvenience of just one hour without reticulated water.

Maybe now is a good time to donate a water filter to someone who needs it.

Getting clean water from… muck?

The Real Meaning of Peace

Indeed.

Morning Story and Dilbert

There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose  between them.

One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.

But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in…

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Mark Virkler + India Teammates share

Mark Virkler writes…

Nine of our readers from four countries responded to the invitation to join Steve Stewart and myself on a Journey of Compassion to India. As you will read below, their lives were greatly impacted! I highly recommend you prayerfully consider doing a Journey of Compassion with Steve. He does about six of these a year. It is a wonderful opportunity to minister to the truly needy, while personally increasing in this healing anointing.

Below are some amazing stories! My personal story is in my India blogs. Six days after returning to the U.S. I did a CWG seminar and a healing activation in the evening using Steve’s 7 Step Healing Model. At least eight people received healing as they were prayed for by various volunteers from the evening service. Praise God!

One had a swollen, painful foot released from pain. Another had a frozen shoulder healed (as we prayed 4-5 times for it). For the first time in five years she was able to feel sensation in her finger tips!

Click here for the full article, including testimonies from several team members who responded to Mark’s invitation.

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